Entry #2: What weekends are for.

Rest.  

In this society's eyes, anyway.  Every society is different in their work ethic, and their socio-trends, and their traditions, but I personally am dedicating this day to relaxing.  I encounter others on a daily basis who can't seem to deter themselves from the hustle and bustle of their work week when they finally reach the weekend.  Even household tasks like vacuuming the rugs or dusting.  Take a rest.  Seriously.  In the long run, you'll realize it can wait until Monday.  

So far I have spent my day reading 

Zombie Spaceship Wasteland: A Book by Patton Oswalt (which I highly recommend, by the way), eating a bowl of off-brand Raisin Bran and a cup of "Roasted Chicken" 3-minute soup; the kind in the styrofoam cup that you add boiling water to.  I also tried to decide on a playlist to accompany my reading, and so far all I've come up with is a collection of Anamanaguchi (Damn them and their sweet, irresistible chip-tune style rock - also highly recommended).  Now, I'm staring blankly at the glowing screen of my MacBook sifting through this vast amount of unfiltered verbal diarrhea that has suddenly flooded my brain and am doing my best to condense it into a reasonable blog post.  I'm considering either staying in and reading a few more chapters or venturing out into the glossed, semi-gloomy abyss that this day has provided us all with.  Either way, it will not negatively hinder my spirits, so that's a good thing.

In other news: I'm missing the warmth of Spring and I cannot wait for that string of days that I can exist out in the world in flip-flops or even barefoot.  Well, this April is as the saying goes, I guess: Enters in a manner that is something akin to that of a mighty Panthera leo, exits in the hushed fashion of a gentle Agnus... or something like that.

Oh, and also, Happy (Belated) Earth Day and Happy Easter (for those of you that celebrate it, anyways.  And I mean the real Easter, not the commercialized bastardization it has become today.  Perhaps that'd be more apropos for a later post).

One for love.  Love for all.

Vince


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